this poem knocked me on my ass last night. he's got some poems in a recent issue of
pebble lake review Statistics
She thinks I'm too young to understand.
After impact, flames look for survivors.
Small toys deflate across a damp road.
At rapid rates breath can collapse.
What keeps dropping and won't look up?
This heavy lung, a melting wrist.
The Chevy's
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i like the one in pebble lake even better!
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That's cool that you're reading for the Pebble Lake Review...their new issue looks so good, and I love how they feature audio online. I sent them some poems a few weeks ago (don't worry about offending me if you reject them).
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